Being One with the Earth

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Earth, not even that cool, Just a speck of dust, like a tiny molecule, So many animals as far as the eye can see, And even more under the sea,
Rain,  wet droplets hit my face That time of year surely brings me faith           As the water weighs me down I pray         that maybe I'll be able to touch your base
We claim we didn't know  If only we knew  I'm sorry for what we did  Earth  I'm sorry for what we do 
The earth, so cold, the people upon it made her that way.She gives and gives and all we do is take.
Air that breathes in life
Air that breathes in life
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